Chapter 23

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NIALL'S POV

It's been a week since I've gotten the news that I do in fact have bladder cancer. I cannot fathom this. I've read stories and seen movies of cancer patients, and I've always felt sorry for them, but never did I ever think I'd be one of them. There's a very good chance that I'm going to die.

Death. That's not a very optimistic word.

Virus. A deadly virus is in my veins. What really sucks is it's two days until macey's birthday. I have no idea when the hell I'm going to tell her. I cannot just wait until I'm dead for her to know. I should do something totally out of the way and sweet, but something that tells her I have cancer. This is all going way too fast. I thought cancer developed slowly, but as doctor Prycen said, it is only stage 1 so far. What the hell am I gonna do?

MACEY'S POV

***A Week Earlier***

I walk through the door, soon to be Mrs. Niall Horan. God, I'm happy. I take my Uggs off and wrap my sweater around me and head upstairs. After washing my face, I get in the shower and lie down smiling. Suddenly, my dad walks into my room, clutching mum's photograph. He's breathing as if he has limited amount of air, short and choppy breaths one moment, and long drawn out breaths next. Then he alternates. I have few options here:1. Fake Sleep2. Ask Him What The Hell Is Going On3. Act like he's waking me up

I decide to act like he is waking me from my deep dark slumber.

"Dad? What are you doing?" I rub my eyes to make my wake up more believable.

"You're never Home. You're staying in here until your birthday." I also notice then he is holding my phone.

"Dad! give me my fucking phone!" I shout and sit up a bit.

"You're too attached. I'll bring you food that petunia and I shall cook, then on the last minute of your birthday we'll let you out." He runs out with my phone and locks me inside my room.

"Dad! What the hell?!!! I'm pretty sure shit like this is illegal!! Give me my fucking phone and let me out!" I screech begging to tear up out of sheer anger. I leap out of bed and bang on my door. "Mum Is Fucking dead, dad! Come to your damn senses! YOURE the one that's going mad! Just because I had some eating disorders, depression, and whatever the hell else, DOESNT MEAN IM A FREAK! You're the damn freak locking his daughter away! I'm gonna call the fucking cops!"

I go to my window to attempt to leave from the fire escape. I jerk at it and it doesn't budge.

Dammit. he jammed my window.

I have scissors on my nightstand. That's it. I dash for the scissors and run to the window. For once these scissors aren't being used on skin. I stab my window with all my strength, and the glass completely shatters. The noise scared the shit out of me, and the window can't be very safe to go through because of all the broken glass, but I have to keep puncturing. I stab at each shred of glass in the windowsill until it's all clear. I hear something out of the silence. footsteps.

Shit. dad is coming upstairs. I grab my purse and a duffle bag I keep with clothes in it just in case I ever need it. I slide through the window just as dad is opening my door.

"I love you dad." And down the fire escape I go.

I can't really hear anything, it's like sound is blurred. I hear screaming coming from my flat when I get down the fire escape. I hurry to my car and quickly get my keys from my purse. I jump into my car and start the engine. Dad is running out the door when I finally pull out. I drive. God knows where, but I drive. I've probably gone about 50 miles out of London when I pull over, and I just cry. I think about what just happened. What the hell just happened? My dad tried to lock me in my room and I ran away. I'm alone. I don't see anything familiar around. I'm alone and I'm lost. I have a credit card in my purse, so if I can find a phone company or something I at least can call niall or Zayn. but until then, no one knows where I am.